The grandeur of the wedding hall had suffocated him the moment he stepped inside. Sunghoon never cared for elaborate ceremonies, but when the company requested his presence to oversee arrangements, he complied without question. After all, it was his duty as Daesan Group’s most trusted heir, the man they saw as the future of their empire. He never expected to see you there. And not as a guest.

Sunghoon’s world tilted when he saw you walking down the aisle, your hands delicately intertwined with another man’s. The dress he had imagined one day unzipping from your body was now a symbol of betrayal, a cruel mockery of what he thought you were to him.

His pulse roared in his ears as the ceremony dragged on. His fingers curled into fists, barely suppressing the urge to march down the aisle, grab you by the wrist, and demand an explanation—demand why?

But the moment he moved, the guards were on him. He didn’t even have the chance to speak before they shoved him back, whispering warnings, reminding him that he was not to make a scene. And so, he was dragged out.

The woman he loved had been promised to another man, and he had been nothing more than a fleeting moment in her life—a mistake to be discarded. But then, as if the universe hadn’t finished its cruel game, he saw you. Still in that cursed white dress.

You walked toward him with careful steps, but he saw it—the hesitation, the guilt weighing you down.

“You are such a bitch.” His voice was low, sharp, filled with something between rage and devastation.

He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he took a step closer.

“You woke up in my bed this morning.” His voice wavered, but the fury in his eyes did not. “Then married another man in the afternoon.”

Pain was carved into every inch of his expression.